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In the high mountains
Around and around the emerald mountains
Behind me
Baggage bouncing up and down
Tall grass sways by my feet
Silent and stained with mud
Like the hair of an imprisoned queen
Across the stony brae
There
Stand a shabby brick house
Lonely and serene
Through the cracks
Of the wooden door
Came a sound of angels
Jingling like bells in the summer wind
Oh
The laughter of our mountain angels
Fly into my heart
Like rays of sunshine
There
Three little children
In worn out clothes
Running around like birds of spring
The sweltering ground kissing their bare feet
The bleak walls echoing their laughter
Their hands have never touched the pages of ancient books
Nor have their eyes seen the dazzle of technologies
But oh
On their swarthy faces
Smiles of happiness shine in the sun
Glittering like blooming flowers
In the vigorous spring
Look at them
Oh
The children in the high mountains
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In this summer, I went to GuiZhou,a backward province in china to help the kids there. The conditions are really harsh and the education there is not good. The kids have trouble having access to the Internet and books. The only things they have is a TV set. But the kids are not sad, they usually play with each other in the mountains with branches. I am deeply touched by this trip, so I wrote down this poem.